One Picture/One Paragraph : Saint Lucy

In the act of photographing is the act of holding you.

Some of those images cut like a blade to someone like me, who has spent half his life in Athens.

After a meditative walk in the Kiyosumi Garden in Tokyo, I walked into a random store.

This is an antidote to the sickness spit out by media commentators.

I am aware that I am breathing difference to memory

Therefore you were permitted to break your opponent’s bones.

We object to her kindness, but she insists, proceeds, and we surrender.

The beauty of being a photographer is that life is intensely lived and utterly unpredictable.

I flopped out the bottom, feet first, and said, “Boo!”